Noble Villa [Whistling]

Allah has lived for so many years, and has never done a loss-making business.

Locke absolutely disagreed at the beginning, and the high cost began to make him doubt the necessity of this matter.Just a courtesan and there will definitely be more in the future.As a nobleman, Locke clearly knows that as long as he maintains what he owns, there will naturally be countless opportunities.

Allah convincing a teenager is almost completely effortless.And Locke really likes Jessica, his first love.

Edgar and the others didn't know what happened. When they saw Jessica for the second time, Locke had become her master.

"What did Locke promise you?" Edgar asked while arranging his luggage.

"Not much, but you shouldn't know." Allah said, slowly shaking the cup in his hand.The bright red liquid swayed in it, and Edgar felt that the wine seemed too thick.

"Well, we'll find out sooner or later." Edgar shrugged. "Aren't you going to bring something?"

"I'm sure I'll feel at home at Thrushcross Grange, and you should try to do the same," Allah said.

"Of course, I just think you'll feel more comfortable using your own things," Edgar said, "but if you don't mind, I won't even mind."

"Just go home, how much more do you need to pack, do you want to move the whole house there?" Ala looked at Edgar who kept packing things with disgust.

"Hey, it's just a box. It's not much at all. There are also gifts I brought home." Edgar argued dissatisfiedly, "By the way, remember what you promised me."

"Sorry, I forgot."

"Allah Barr," Edgar called, laying down his clothes.

"Okay, okay, I remember, you have said it too many times." Ala waved his hand and said, "It seems that you don't care that I find other girls to amuse myself."

"I don't understand you," said Edgar.

"I remember that there is a beautiful lady not far from your home, who seems to be named Catherine, right?" Allah held his forehead and made a thoughtful expression.

Catherine.

Edgar hadn't heard the name for a long time.

He was taken aback, and the glass ball in his hand fell to the ground. It was a gift he had chosen for Isabella for a long time.Edgar panicked, and hurriedly squatted down to pick it up. He promised Isabella that he would bring it back for her.

The wooden floor is soft, but the glass ball still hasn't escaped the fate of shattering.Although the main body is complete, but with cracks, it is no longer suitable for Isabella.

Ara watched all this happen coldly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"As compensation, you will never stop me again." Allah said meaningfully, "Then you are really unfair."

"Catherine." Edgar murmured, "Why do you know this name?"

"As I said, there's nothing I don't know," said Allah. "Don't tell me you're interested in a stranger. That's not your style, Edgar."

"Okay." Edgar said with a wry smile, picked up the broken crystal ball on the ground, and held it firmly in his hand.If one of them had to be given up, it could only be Catherine.

"You are expressing dissatisfaction with me, but getting scurvy will only hurt yourself. Although I really want to see if the so-called blue-blood nobles are real." Ala said dissatisfied seeing Edgar's actions.Although there were no large shards, the small shards of glass were enough to scratch Edgar's fragile and pale skin.

"You will get your wish and see a counterfeit." Edgar's hands were soon stained with blood, bright red blood.

"A woman can make you so excited?" Allah's eyes were dim. He stood up, walked to Edgar's side, and raised his hand.

"It's nothing." Edgar turned his head and wanted to take out his hand.

But suddenly felt that something was very strange.